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The wind twirled and picked up the girl's hair. whipping the back of her neck in violent lashes. The wind submitted and lay her hair upon her shoulders. Her blue eyes stained with tears. Her cheeks red from crying. her tank top was also stained from tears, and something else... Blood.
Hands drenched in the vermillion color, her feet soaking in a puddle of it. She stared up at the night sky and a tear shed from her eye landed upon her hand, running a line down her hand of cleared blood. A man came from behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"You did well, Veronica."
She nodded at the man. He...

The King stared at Jesse.
“You, girl, come forth…” He spoke powerfully. She walked up to him, glared and smiled half-heartedly.
The king looked at the finch in her hand. It was gold, like Aviana’s consort. The king called for a mage to come. The mage plucked a feather from the bird and examined it.
“It has the marks of her consort. This girl has picked up Aviana’s mate. Put the bird down girl.” Jesse did not listen; instead, she kissed the bird on the head and threw it up into the air where it took flight. Bright silver light came from the little bird. In the sky it turned into...

Damion grinned as he cooked the eggs. Veronica's eyes brimmed with tears. She walked towards him and wrapped her arms around him.
"That was so sweet Damion...."
"And I meant it... Every word. Your perfection at its finest. Nothing can compare. Not the brightest star. The most exotic bird's beauty cannot even come close to the beauty that eminates from you. You. Are. Just. Perfect."
Veronica held him close and cried into his shoulder.
"I feel the same way.. Not even the richest man in the world could win me over. but here you are. Liveing a simple life. And you have my heart in the palms of your...

What is it about you that I find so appealing? Your smile? Your laugh? Your humor? What about your wittiness? What is it...? I don't know. But when I get the guts to ask you, I will. But for now, I'm a shadow in your past. Because when I go, the empty seat next to you will be but a reminder. So will the echo of my laugh in the gymnasium. ‘Cause when I’m gone, not much left, you won’t see me in the hallways, laughing as I pass. Staring at you as I walk down the hall next to you. You never noticed, I guess next time, I’ll drop bigger hints. ‘Cause when I’m gone, my eyes wont shine...

A user, abuser, and a mother****ing chooser.
Sucha loser, gettin' beaten by bruisers
smokin' weed, no remorse
dealing and stealing
he chose his own path
he lives alone, cares for no one
gets high to come home, so he doesnt feel pain when he looks in his mom's eyes
He never smiles, he always hides it
he feels no pain
he just keeps walking
no regret
but he knows he ****ed up.
In the end,
I mean c'mon
like I said.

A user, abuser, a mother****ing chooser.
Sucha loser, gettin' beaten by bruisers.

He thinks he is so fly,
poppin' pills feelin' high
smoke some weed
feel so good
thats the way its done in the hood

never...